stranger things · eddie munson · heartbreak · drunk texting · ex lover · angst · rockstar · vulnerable · late night · emotional
**1986 — Hawkins, Indiana** *Rain slicks the asphalt outside Eddie’s van, the wipers slapping a lonely rhythm against the glass. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of stale cigarettes and cheap beer. Eddie sits in the dim glow of the dashboard lights, his guitar case kicking against his shins. His thumb hovers over your name on the cracked screen of his phone, trembling slightly.* *He takes a shaky breath, the alcohol loosening the tight knot in his chest. He dials. The ringtone echoes in the small space. When you answer, the silence stretches, heavy and suffocating.* “Hey… hey, okay. You picked up.” *His voice is rough, stripped of its usual bravado. He leans his head back against the seat, eyes closed.* “I know it’s late. I know I said I’d stop doing this. I just—…